So way back when I first started this Wegovy thing, I was quite twitchy about using NovoCare. They communicate via texts - no account set up, etc. No warm and fuzzy emails telling me they have my order. Initially, it was even weirder. I tried to call the number I was given 'for questions' and ended up on hold for nearly and hour, twice, before I gave up.
Yesterday on the eve of my third dose, I was wondering how the refill will happen. On my box, it tells me I have 3 refills and I do have the RX number and a different phone number to call. So I tried again. This time it was answered nearly immediately by a woman who instantly looked up my account and transferred me to the pharmacy - also answered immediately by a nice guy who said I would get another text with a link 'here, I'll go ahead and send it now' and he did. I clicked and paid and selected a delivery date. Still no warm and fuzzies, no account set up. Nothing. They just send me a text every time. But at least now I know the phone thing works.
Third shot in. Got to use the leg with the numb spot this time. That's my fav. My doctor said it would make my brain think my stomach was full. Reddit says I will feel less compelled to eat. Both of these are proving to be true. The first week or so I figured it was psychosomatic (I think everything is). But, now I'm 'getting' it. I am eating less. And I'm perfectly fine with it. I know what eating less and wishing I could eat more feels like and this isn't that. This is different. And expensive. Assuming I keep on using Wegovy once a week and the coverage doesn't change (my insurance does not cover it - but NovoCare goes me a deal), this will end up costing me right at $11 a day. (The per day price is a bit easier to swallow than the per month.) At least I can afford it.
Biggie and Julio are not happy. Biggie has been sitting next to his food bowl for 30 minutes. His food bowl has food in it. But he wants dry kibble. At least he's not pestering me for treats yet.
Myrna died one year ago tomorrow.
Volleyball was good. I have to go down to the lounge and meet with Harriet at 9:30 to go over next week's agenda. I'm still naked under my robe. I really need to put clothes on before I meet her.
Yesterday on the eve of my third dose, I was wondering how the refill will happen. On my box, it tells me I have 3 refills and I do have the RX number and a different phone number to call. So I tried again. This time it was answered nearly immediately by a woman who instantly looked up my account and transferred me to the pharmacy - also answered immediately by a nice guy who said I would get another text with a link 'here, I'll go ahead and send it now' and he did. I clicked and paid and selected a delivery date. Still no warm and fuzzies, no account set up. Nothing. They just send me a text every time. But at least now I know the phone thing works.
Third shot in. Got to use the leg with the numb spot this time. That's my fav. My doctor said it would make my brain think my stomach was full. Reddit says I will feel less compelled to eat. Both of these are proving to be true. The first week or so I figured it was psychosomatic (I think everything is). But, now I'm 'getting' it. I am eating less. And I'm perfectly fine with it. I know what eating less and wishing I could eat more feels like and this isn't that. This is different. And expensive. Assuming I keep on using Wegovy once a week and the coverage doesn't change (my insurance does not cover it - but NovoCare goes me a deal), this will end up costing me right at $11 a day. (The per day price is a bit easier to swallow than the per month.) At least I can afford it.
Biggie and Julio are not happy. Biggie has been sitting next to his food bowl for 30 minutes. His food bowl has food in it. But he wants dry kibble. At least he's not pestering me for treats yet.
Myrna died one year ago tomorrow.
Volleyball was good. I have to go down to the lounge and meet with Harriet at 9:30 to go over next week's agenda. I'm still naked under my robe. I really need to put clothes on before I meet her.

Calling. As I've said before, recently I've been a bit disappointed in my art work. I'm always in a hurry and try to slosh my way though these daily pictures but at some point I want to sit down and exercise some finesse. I feel the desire to do better art building in me, in a hopeful way. I ordered a new book that I'm looking forward to reading called, Sketch by Sketch: The Creative Path to Emotional Healing & Transformation. It has good reviews and seems to promote the kind of things I'd like to express more. Maybe returning to the simplisity of black pen and white paper will be invigorating.
Dave has already headed off to ice fishing. Today is Women's Group.
This year I'm doing Community Thursdays. Some of my activity will involve maintaining communities I run, and my favorites. Some will involve checking my list of subscriptions and posting in lower-traffic ones. Today I have interacted with the following communities...
* Posted "What Are Couple Goals And How Do We Achieve Them?" in
goals_on_dw.
* Posted "Sighting a Siberian Superstar: Local birder secures rare red-flanked bluetail for life list" in
birdfeeding.
* Commented in
awesomeers.
* Posted "What Are Couple Goals And How Do We Achieve Them?" in
* Posted "Sighting a Siberian Superstar: Local birder secures rare red-flanked bluetail for life list" in
* Commented in
Sighting a Siberian Superstar: Local birder secures rare red-flanked bluetail for life list
Feb. 5th, 2026 12:22 amSighting a Siberian Superstar: Local birder secures rare red-flanked bluetail for life list
From long acquaintance with Tom, I know he doesn’t hesitate to go after these “rare birds.” This particular bird – a red-flanked bluetail – had been generating a lot of excitement, Tom noted, since making its unlikely appearance in Fairfax County, Virginia.
From long acquaintance with Tom, I know he doesn’t hesitate to go after these “rare birds.” This particular bird – a red-flanked bluetail – had been generating a lot of excitement, Tom noted, since making its unlikely appearance in Fairfax County, Virginia.
(You know the drill: if you want to submit a question, you can do so here ♥ )
Day 4: Give us all the cat updates!
This isn't really a question, but I'll let it slide :P
STATE OF THE CATS
The Little Cat:
She is officially, after Gid's growth spurt, back to being the littlest cat in the house (thank God), so it doesn't have to be an ironic nickname. Huzzah!
She has decided over the last couple of months that she wishes to remain an upstairs goblin. We respect this and keep her and Hilda apart. They're both incredibly territorial and attempts to reconcile them to each other have not gone well; the long and short of it is that in the interest of keeping both cats happy and healthy, one gets the upstairs and one gets the downstairs. Our house is 2700 sf, so this is not a bad proposition. Everyone has food/toys/litter pans on their floor, and they are very good about sticking to the upstairs/downstairs. Both cats are unstressed and happy, so. You know.
(Genuinely I think they each forget that the other exists when they can't directly SEE each other, but whatever — we keep one of the downstairs doors closed, the one that's closest to the stairs, and the peace is maintained.)
Hilda:
Still a horrible gremlin. She's on a perpetual diet because she is Too Chonk. We finally figured out what was going on re: that (she figured out how to open the container we kept dry food in...), and put a stop to it, so she is slowly losing weight again.
She's still very much Max's cat and not mine, as in, she will neglect me if he is home, because he is HER person and I'm just the sidepiece.
Gideon:
Oh, God, Gid.
He is almost fully grown now (he's gonna be 2 in a month!), he is long and lanky and there is still not a brain in that beautiful head. His tabby markings have come in way more strongly now that he's an adult, so he no longer looks like a mottled Siamese — you can clearly see that The Tabby Is Strong In This One.
Over the last few months, he's become almost ridiculously cuddly. It's kind of cute, actually — he has a bedtime routine and waits for both Max and I to go upstairs before he hops on the bed, headbutts both of us (rubs his face on our faces), then curls up between us and goes to sleep. When Max gets up in the mornings, Gid follows him downstairs to hang out, then comes back up to curl up at my feet once Max is at work. When I start the day in earnest is when he decides he can go do Cat Stuff and doesn't need to hang out with me.
Something we have realized is that he does not like to get petted unless he is basically at eye level with you, so sometimes he will climb onto the piano and howl mournfully until someone pays attention to him. It's weirdly endearing? Like, he is very careful about how he does it, he doesn't knock stuff over or touch anything he's not supposed to, he just hops up there and cries until someone pets him. Heh.
On the whole, cats are still 10/10, pretty glad to have 'em even when they do weird stuff.
For pictures, ofc, I post them regularly to my Mastodon account. :)
Day 4: Give us all the cat updates!
This isn't really a question, but I'll let it slide :P
STATE OF THE CATS
The Little Cat:
She is officially, after Gid's growth spurt, back to being the littlest cat in the house (thank God), so it doesn't have to be an ironic nickname. Huzzah!
She has decided over the last couple of months that she wishes to remain an upstairs goblin. We respect this and keep her and Hilda apart. They're both incredibly territorial and attempts to reconcile them to each other have not gone well; the long and short of it is that in the interest of keeping both cats happy and healthy, one gets the upstairs and one gets the downstairs. Our house is 2700 sf, so this is not a bad proposition. Everyone has food/toys/litter pans on their floor, and they are very good about sticking to the upstairs/downstairs. Both cats are unstressed and happy, so. You know.
(Genuinely I think they each forget that the other exists when they can't directly SEE each other, but whatever — we keep one of the downstairs doors closed, the one that's closest to the stairs, and the peace is maintained.)
Hilda:
Still a horrible gremlin. She's on a perpetual diet because she is Too Chonk. We finally figured out what was going on re: that (she figured out how to open the container we kept dry food in...), and put a stop to it, so she is slowly losing weight again.
She's still very much Max's cat and not mine, as in, she will neglect me if he is home, because he is HER person and I'm just the sidepiece.
Gideon:
Oh, God, Gid.
He is almost fully grown now (he's gonna be 2 in a month!), he is long and lanky and there is still not a brain in that beautiful head. His tabby markings have come in way more strongly now that he's an adult, so he no longer looks like a mottled Siamese — you can clearly see that The Tabby Is Strong In This One.
Over the last few months, he's become almost ridiculously cuddly. It's kind of cute, actually — he has a bedtime routine and waits for both Max and I to go upstairs before he hops on the bed, headbutts both of us (rubs his face on our faces), then curls up between us and goes to sleep. When Max gets up in the mornings, Gid follows him downstairs to hang out, then comes back up to curl up at my feet once Max is at work. When I start the day in earnest is when he decides he can go do Cat Stuff and doesn't need to hang out with me.
Something we have realized is that he does not like to get petted unless he is basically at eye level with you, so sometimes he will climb onto the piano and howl mournfully until someone pays attention to him. It's weirdly endearing? Like, he is very careful about how he does it, he doesn't knock stuff over or touch anything he's not supposed to, he just hops up there and cries until someone pets him. Heh.
On the whole, cats are still 10/10, pretty glad to have 'em even when they do weird stuff.
For pictures, ofc, I post them regularly to my Mastodon account. :)
The war on grass is in full swing. At the moment I'm winning. Saw a vole scuttle away when I picked up a piece of plastic that had blown off the compost heap. That led to lots of grass removal in the area to make it a less attractive habitat.
The State of California requires us to report how much water we "divert" from our spring/stream/well and store in our tanks/ponds/whatever. It is a Huge PITA. This year was worse than most. This year they moved to a new computer program. I get really anxious about such reports so of course I was one of the people for whom the new system did not work. Today a very nice fellow named Scott, with a very calming voice called and between us, and the programmers I finally got my report done. Whew!
Tomorrow I'm off for Fort Bragg to have Richard work on my back. Can't wait, I always feel so much better afterward! I get two trips this month, next week Donald will be here and we will go over together. Speaking of Donald, he is currently on his way back from a couple of weeks in Australia where it is HOT.
I realized today that I need to build a little platform before this my Obstacle Practice weekend (this weekend). I have a 4' x 8' sheet of 1/2 inch plywood, used. I think I can cut it in two, stack the two pieces together for strength and build a frame for it fairly quickly.
The State of California requires us to report how much water we "divert" from our spring/stream/well and store in our tanks/ponds/whatever. It is a Huge PITA. This year was worse than most. This year they moved to a new computer program. I get really anxious about such reports so of course I was one of the people for whom the new system did not work. Today a very nice fellow named Scott, with a very calming voice called and between us, and the programmers I finally got my report done. Whew!
Tomorrow I'm off for Fort Bragg to have Richard work on my back. Can't wait, I always feel so much better afterward! I get two trips this month, next week Donald will be here and we will go over together. Speaking of Donald, he is currently on his way back from a couple of weeks in Australia where it is HOT.
I realized today that I need to build a little platform before this my Obstacle Practice weekend (this weekend). I have a 4' x 8' sheet of 1/2 inch plywood, used. I think I can cut it in two, stack the two pieces together for strength and build a frame for it fairly quickly.
What is the American red wolf?
The American red wolf is the world’s most endangered. This species is found only in the United States, and fewer than 20 remain in the wild. It is one of the most endangered mammals on Earth.
Now, an unprecedented partnership between universities, government agencies, and biotechnology companies is using the latest genetic tools to save this iconic predator from extinction. The effort represents a new model for how technology may reshape wildlife conservation in the decades ahead.
The American red wolf is the world’s most endangered. This species is found only in the United States, and fewer than 20 remain in the wild. It is one of the most endangered mammals on Earth.
Now, an unprecedented partnership between universities, government agencies, and biotechnology companies is using the latest genetic tools to save this iconic predator from extinction. The effort represents a new model for how technology may reshape wildlife conservation in the decades ahead.
Everyone needs contact comfort sometimes. Not everyone has ample opportunities for this in facetime. So here is a chance for a cuddle party in cyberspace. Virtual cuddling can help people feel better.
We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. A nest full of colorful egg pillows sits in one corner. There is a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!
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We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. A nest full of colorful egg pillows sits in one corner. There is a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!
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The cardiologist appointment this morning went well. I like Dr. Kedarnath, a super friendly fellow with an Indian accent (which I loved listening to). I met him when I was in the hospital last fall and he remembered me but I hadn't been to his office till now. If I could have him as a PCP I would. I feel like bedside manner is almost what will get and keep me well. If I feel liked and loved I can thrive no matter what's wrong with me! He asked if I'm an active person, do I go to the Y? I said no to the Y but I do go hiking a couple times a week, but right now with all the snow I mainly only get outside to do chicken chores. So then we got into a very long discussion with him asking all kinds of questions about the kind of care chickens get, how old my chickens are, how many eggs a day, what do they eat, what kind of building do they live in. I asked do you want to have chickens? No, he doesn't - he's just interested in it. So I think his plan was to keep me talking, while he was reading my chart on his computer. When we were done he thanked me for coming in to see him. I don't think I've ever been thanked by my doctor before.
Dave and I went shopping at Walmart after that and got a few things. When I got home I made ravioli and then took a long nap in the afternoon. The last part of the dream I was having had me going for a walk with mom (she seemed extra small like a child) through a college campus. The young people were friendly and helpful but I still kept losing my way through the buildings. It reminded me of the dream the other day where all the hallways and streets were dead ends and there was debris and junk piled up so we couldn't get through. At one point we were at a standstill and didn't know which way to go. The door to get out and the lawn outside was right there but we couldn't get through to it. A female teacher, a black woman who was very handsome and kind wanted to know if she could help. She pointed to an easier way to get through. I got down over some stairs that were full of rubble and then reached up and pulled mom down towards me, kind of like the way you would pivot someone into a wheelchair with a hug. The teacher then was asking me all kinds of questions about mom, how old was she (100), who does she live with, how old are dad and John, what happened to John? Mom and I were standing down on the lawn and talking to the teacher who was up in the doorway above. It was beautiful afternoon in the dream with summer sun slanting across the green lawn. All we had left to do was walk home across the lawn when I woke up.
In the afternoon Dave and I took Andy for a walk to the creek. Rainy didn't want to go. Here's a few pictures of things you've seen before - but with different amounts of ice and snow than other times:( Read more... )
For dinner tonight Dave fried the fish that he had caught on Monday. He got one walleye and 2 perch. I made corn bread and he heated up some baked beans. There's nothing better than Dave's fried fish.
I was watching some youtube videos today with tips about sewing amigurumis together. I feel like I learned a lot of things that I needed to learn! I had no idea. One of the first tips was to use a bent darning style needle. I could definitely see how that would help the process. And there were so many other things that I could improve on. The books I've been using have cute patterns but don't tell much about HOW to construct the dolls. The monkey I made last week was a mess.
Dave and I went shopping at Walmart after that and got a few things. When I got home I made ravioli and then took a long nap in the afternoon. The last part of the dream I was having had me going for a walk with mom (she seemed extra small like a child) through a college campus. The young people were friendly and helpful but I still kept losing my way through the buildings. It reminded me of the dream the other day where all the hallways and streets were dead ends and there was debris and junk piled up so we couldn't get through. At one point we were at a standstill and didn't know which way to go. The door to get out and the lawn outside was right there but we couldn't get through to it. A female teacher, a black woman who was very handsome and kind wanted to know if she could help. She pointed to an easier way to get through. I got down over some stairs that were full of rubble and then reached up and pulled mom down towards me, kind of like the way you would pivot someone into a wheelchair with a hug. The teacher then was asking me all kinds of questions about mom, how old was she (100), who does she live with, how old are dad and John, what happened to John? Mom and I were standing down on the lawn and talking to the teacher who was up in the doorway above. It was beautiful afternoon in the dream with summer sun slanting across the green lawn. All we had left to do was walk home across the lawn when I woke up.
In the afternoon Dave and I took Andy for a walk to the creek. Rainy didn't want to go. Here's a few pictures of things you've seen before - but with different amounts of ice and snow than other times:( Read more... )
For dinner tonight Dave fried the fish that he had caught on Monday. He got one walleye and 2 perch. I made corn bread and he heated up some baked beans. There's nothing better than Dave's fried fish.
I was watching some youtube videos today with tips about sewing amigurumis together. I feel like I learned a lot of things that I needed to learn! I had no idea. One of the first tips was to use a bent darning style needle. I could definitely see how that would help the process. And there were so many other things that I could improve on. The books I've been using have cute patterns but don't tell much about HOW to construct the dolls. The monkey I made last week was a mess.
Biggie has stones in his bladder and crystals in his urine and a fairly high ph count. The trifecta. The vet cannot figure out how to fix him. Surgery is still on the table but tabled for another month. Instead we're doubling down on one of his pills so now he takes FIVE fucking pills a day. Holy crap. AND no dry food. So Julio gets no dried food either. Neither of them are going to be happy about that.
We go back in 4 weeks, again. $365 this time. This cat could have sent a kid to college with the money he's cost me in vet bills. When I adopted him, they told me he had feline leukemia and would likely not live more than year. I expected a year of vet bills. That was 6 years ago. He does not have feline leukemia. He does have a violent obsession with keeping vets in business.
We go back in 4 weeks, again. $365 this time. This cat could have sent a kid to college with the money he's cost me in vet bills. When I adopted him, they told me he had feline leukemia and would likely not live more than year. I expected a year of vet bills. That was 6 years ago. He does not have feline leukemia. He does have a violent obsession with keeping vets in business.
Will today be a $300 vet visit (scan and checkup and ALL CLEAR!!) or a $2,500 (scan and surgery) vet visit? Arugh. But the second hardest part is getting the gabapentin into Biggie and that has been done. Not easy. He takes 3 pills a day and I can pretty much get those into him without issue but the gabapentin is in a capsule and it just does not want to go in. But, it's now done and I still have all my fingers so that's a win?
He's currently passed out in the closet where I hope he stays because if he gets into one of his beds under my bed, it will be a bitch to get him out and into the carrier. It's 8:30 now and his appointment is 10:15.
I had a lovely swim this morning. I listen to music while I swim and most of my music is pre-concert stuff that was played on the radio so the songs are all about 3 minutes long. I do about 100 yards in 3 minutes (it's actually a little under that but hey, I'm rounding). So 100 yards per song. It's a nice way to count. FYI Katy Ledecki does more than 100 yards in 1 minute but I don't think she listens to music. hahahahaha
One of the guys I play volleyball with is Wally. Wally just turned 90. He'd be skiing again this winter if we had any fucking snow. He's a rather spry 90. Anyway, last weekend, his two great grandsons were here and they played in the pool and banged the volleyball around. He said they had a great time. I've been thinking about that. The kids are 13 and 15. Imagine two young boys being forced to visit really old people in a 'home' but, yet, getting to play with their great grandfather in the pool. What fabulous memories they will have.
And on the other end of the scale... when someone dies here they put out their photo with their birth and death dates. I always check their birth year to make sure they were way older than me. I was born in the 40's and usually it's 20's or 30's so whew. BUT this week some dude died who was only 4 years older than me. That's crossing a line there.
Guess I'll go do some chores til vet time.
He's currently passed out in the closet where I hope he stays because if he gets into one of his beds under my bed, it will be a bitch to get him out and into the carrier. It's 8:30 now and his appointment is 10:15.
I had a lovely swim this morning. I listen to music while I swim and most of my music is pre-concert stuff that was played on the radio so the songs are all about 3 minutes long. I do about 100 yards in 3 minutes (it's actually a little under that but hey, I'm rounding). So 100 yards per song. It's a nice way to count. FYI Katy Ledecki does more than 100 yards in 1 minute but I don't think she listens to music. hahahahaha
One of the guys I play volleyball with is Wally. Wally just turned 90. He'd be skiing again this winter if we had any fucking snow. He's a rather spry 90. Anyway, last weekend, his two great grandsons were here and they played in the pool and banged the volleyball around. He said they had a great time. I've been thinking about that. The kids are 13 and 15. Imagine two young boys being forced to visit really old people in a 'home' but, yet, getting to play with their great grandfather in the pool. What fabulous memories they will have.
And on the other end of the scale... when someone dies here they put out their photo with their birth and death dates. I always check their birth year to make sure they were way older than me. I was born in the 40's and usually it's 20's or 30's so whew. BUT this week some dude died who was only 4 years older than me. That's crossing a line there.
Guess I'll go do some chores til vet time.
I now have five dozen cells happily growing seeds. Some of those cells just have a couple of peas in them, but others are more densely planted. Very soon some of that stuff is going to have to be pricked out and moved to the greenhouse. ( Read more... )
(For all the questions, or to submit one of your own, the post is here ♥ )
Favorite song of the moment?
I do appreciate that it's "of the moment", ha. :D
There's a few — we'll go with different genres!
1). The weird: "Ants in My Room", Carter Vail.
You'll be fine, my baby
Oh, you've got to trust me
It'll all work out in the end, just maybe
You'll be fine, my baby
Oh, you've got to trust me
It'll all work out, 'cause
No onе's gonna love you like
It's weird, it's incredibly fucking catchy, it's great, I...don't know what else there is to say? Max made me listen to it on Friday and I love it.
2). What people probably expect from me: "Votive", the New Pornographers.
My hands are cupped around a match
I'm just trying to keep the lights on
That...feels familiar. To say the least.
3). Old but still good: Blood in My Mouth, Djrum
That cello opening is so good. The music layered over ambient noise — the result is this really weird, wistful soundscape. The fact that the only words we get are at the very end is also choice. I've had this album in particular on repeat a lot while writing lately. ♥
Favorite song of the moment?
I do appreciate that it's "of the moment", ha. :D
There's a few — we'll go with different genres!
1). The weird: "Ants in My Room", Carter Vail.
You'll be fine, my baby
Oh, you've got to trust me
It'll all work out in the end, just maybe
You'll be fine, my baby
Oh, you've got to trust me
It'll all work out, 'cause
No onе's gonna love you like
It's weird, it's incredibly fucking catchy, it's great, I...don't know what else there is to say? Max made me listen to it on Friday and I love it.
2). What people probably expect from me: "Votive", the New Pornographers.
My hands are cupped around a match
I'm just trying to keep the lights on
That...feels familiar. To say the least.
3). Old but still good: Blood in My Mouth, Djrum
That cello opening is so good. The music layered over ambient noise — the result is this really weird, wistful soundscape. The fact that the only words we get are at the very end is also choice. I've had this album in particular on repeat a lot while writing lately. ♥
This is today's freebie. It was inspired by a prompt from
elinox. It also fills the "Breaking the Rules" square in my 2-1-26 card for the Valentines Bingo fest.
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